eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Aurelia glances around at the messy swath of vines that sweep between each tree. Now that she looks at it, it's a little intimidating. "Dunno, normally I'm much more careful... I think they can move on their own," she states, a hint of suspicion edging her tones. She's no stranger to plants that have a mind of their own, after all. It's not too surprising to her.
She watches as he snakes his way along a pathway of sorts, unicorn close behind him. Their sheer size alone should have them standing out against the jungle but, somehow, they've managed to blend in and weave through with little hassle. It would appear, anyway.
Halo, he says. So that's where he's from, and that's why she's only seeing him know. She heard that they couldn't access their portal in Deepfrost. "I hear it's cold up there," she says, very conversationally. But it seems he has something on his mind and that he doesn't plan to sit still for long, "I'm an outlander, but I'm from Torchline I guess," she pipes up, retrieving her fallen knife and trailing after him. "Who are you?"
But then vine tendrils begin to slap around the path ahead of them, as if to tangle them in a floral web. If she'd never seen anything like these before, she might be stunned or in awe. But she has. In fact, there is a visible scar from magical vines on one of her arms. Being savvy to the dangers, Aurelia's hand swoops into her pocket and out comes a little matchbox. "Allow me," she steps forward.
A flame flickers to life and she uses her mixture of air and fire to build on it, until she can sweep it across the vines. The fire burns with just enough intensity to make them snap and retreat away from the path, less to make the whole jungle go up in flames.
"See, I could've gotten myself down," she offers a matter-of-fact smile at the man, "maybe now they'll stop trying to.. eat us, or something."
She watches as he snakes his way along a pathway of sorts, unicorn close behind him. Their sheer size alone should have them standing out against the jungle but, somehow, they've managed to blend in and weave through with little hassle. It would appear, anyway.
Halo, he says. So that's where he's from, and that's why she's only seeing him know. She heard that they couldn't access their portal in Deepfrost. "I hear it's cold up there," she says, very conversationally. But it seems he has something on his mind and that he doesn't plan to sit still for long, "I'm an outlander, but I'm from Torchline I guess," she pipes up, retrieving her fallen knife and trailing after him. "Who are you?"
But then vine tendrils begin to slap around the path ahead of them, as if to tangle them in a floral web. If she'd never seen anything like these before, she might be stunned or in awe. But she has. In fact, there is a visible scar from magical vines on one of her arms. Being savvy to the dangers, Aurelia's hand swoops into her pocket and out comes a little matchbox. "Allow me," she steps forward.
A flame flickers to life and she uses her mixture of air and fire to build on it, until she can sweep it across the vines. The fire burns with just enough intensity to make them snap and retreat away from the path, less to make the whole jungle go up in flames.
"See, I could've gotten myself down," she offers a matter-of-fact smile at the man, "maybe now they'll stop trying to.. eat us, or something."
Aurelia
